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So, In a couple of months I will be a quarter of a century old. 25. A dreaded number isn't it? Kinda marks the beginning of All that Jazz of being a Professional, Responsible, May be for lots of them Getting married et all. It also is the time when a small rebellious Fire in you grows, You are trying to make an identity for yourself, A mark of your own on this world. To look back and say "hey , I did that"

We try to break free of things, Overlook issues we would be worried about, Start worrying about things we never even thought of before, smoke pot, drink lots of Alcohol, Hook up, meet strangers. We start exploring the endless possibilities of who we can be. The choices we make around this time would maybe prove to be decisive. We don't know. An air of uncertainty creeps upon us as we see more and more colors of this world, which we thought was pretty mundane, clockwork and unadventurous before.

For most of our lives were spent seeing the Mother in the Kitchen, Father at office and Adventure meant Bunking college for movies or drinking. I mean yeah we do all this also when we are just entering 20s but it is around the mid 20s that we really express ourselves and start forming our lives the way we want to. Coz we are far more assertive and expressive of our choices. We are no longer what we would call YOUNG adults but ADULTS now. People expect us to be role models for the younger ones, teach them to be "RIGHT".

Personally, I think the Word RIGHT is pretty meaningless when associated with traits, habits or even personalities. What is Right for one is totally wrong for another isn't it? So who really decides what is right? Thats the question we are all asking at this age. Which is why its so significant. There are as many rights as there are perspectives and as long as one mans right doesn't affect or bother another, it holds true.

Also, around this time of your life, you are starting to see through people, their lies and the good. But on a totally different tangent you trust total strangers right? You start seeing things in a different light. You rediscover lots of things you had lost in translation, you learn new things and forego things that you don't relate to anymore!

But one thing is for sure, Whatever it is, One has a moral responsibility to do what they want to do and enjoy life. Wish everyone realized that. Also, Live and Let Live is coming back with a bang!

Myrrah

It was a Friday night. March 23, 2012 in Mumbai. Myrrah was about to turn 23. A pretty young lady who had a scripted life so far. All that she touched ever turned Gold. Born to a Rich Business Owner, You could say she was one of those born with a Silver spoon, if not a Golden one. Myrrah stood there on the window of her 10th floor apartment. Her family was out for vacation. Well Myrrah was used to spending most of her birthdays alone. In fact, most of her usual life as well.

It was a fairly large house for those days. 3 Bedrooms , 1 for each member of the family and a large dining room and Kitchen, 2 Toilets other than the one in individual rooms. One for EACH. Mom, Dad and Myrrah.You could say it was a dream for most people to think about such houses. Mumbai was growing up to become a serious competition to worlds largest Metros. It had the juvenile exuberance of a 20 something raging youngster who is itching to experience the higher pleasures of life in every sense of it. The time when you are raring to do great at work, break out of the old school family traditions, hang out with "cool" friends, lots of sex, drugs and booze. One could be forgiven to think Myrrah had a similar life style. NOT. For she was the Yan for all those Yins out there. Mumbai women had really come out of the closet and started to express themselves freely.

Myrrah was the type who liked to be on her own. Not that she felt she was superior because of being blessed with a fortunate life. But because she felt she didn't belong anywhere. A hollow feeling through her soul sucked her emotions in like a black hole. For a 23 year old she was cold as ice. A Lady of good taste who loved her wine and music. She was working towards getting signed up with a record label to get out of that house which "A Business Man" owned in her own words. She was edgy and looking to break free. Her room carried her attitude. "You win some and you lose some." "Life is never really fair, Fuck whoever who said it is". Those two messages engraved on a rock hung in Myrrah's room. Her room was painted in white with murals of Shiva painted on all walls in different poses. But there was one thing common, An open third eye. It was intentional. Myrrah had Painted those murals.

Myrrah stood there on the window with her glass of wine a Fratelli Sauvignon Blanc. Her Favorite. She had just got out of shower. The moon light touching her window and illuminating her room just enough. All you could see is the silhouette of a Sexy 23 year old in a Backless evening dress. The kind of gorgeous women you would call "Greek Goddesses" or Even "Nymphs". The most beautiful women ever in Greek Mythology. Her White dress only added to that setting. It was long evening gown and back less. The kinds you would wear to Oscars. Myrrah loved to dress up for herself. She had Her favorite music playing at the back ground. some classical western music she usually danced to. It was 11 minutes past 1 already and Myrrah had started to dance. It was something Myrrah did every day since she remembered. Dancing at 11 past 1. No body knew why And No body bothered.

"Tonight is special" Myrrah told herself and led her hand forward and walked out of the window. All she left for her parents was a Polaroid picture of her kissing the air. The Picture read "Dastaan and Me- Happily Married"

Wander Lust 2- Nomad Warrior

Jacob was a young man. Free willed. Free Spirited. Did everything he liked. The one thing he never did was to hurt another human being but for his mother and wife. His mother knew he was a divine soul but a flawed genius he was. And his wife knew, Her husband was the source of envy for many other women.

There was something about Jacob that attracted everyone to him but at the same time, there was this air of reverence, fear and respect too. One that kept people from telling him how much they appreciated him. As if they were in a state of trance looking at that free spirit. Everybody wanted to be him but knew they could not get half as close. Every mother wanted a son like him, but for his mother. Every single woman wanted to feel him deep within.

He played with kids, talked to the sea, conversed with the animals and was innocent as babies could be. Jacob was one of the last of his kinds. A Nomad Warrior. The kinds that travelled to protect people they didn't know, they didn't care if they died in the process. His father had died in protecting a tribe like that and Jacob was the last of this league. His bruised back, Broad Shoulders, Tanned Arms and that scar on his face were all testimony to the fights he had fought for others. Fights he didn't really need, fights that didn't really do him any good but he still fought them. For he was a guy that stood for justice, for truth, for what he deemed right. Being Manipulated was what he despised, Manipulating someone else was sinister to him. Defeating a guy like Jacob was improbable. He could kill with a cold stare or his bare hands. Death was not really something he feared.

He was a warrior that travelled throughout his life. It was just another journey for him But it changed her life forever. After a hard fought battle, he sat there on the beach. Enjoying the sunset and basking in the glory of yet another victory, when his eyes fell on that beautiful blind woman. She was standing right there looking at the sunset. Her hair dancing in the wind. Without a second thought, Jacob walked up to her and held her hands. Nobody around them seemed to bother. For they were all mesmerized by the sight of their Blind Princess Sophia and this stranger who matched up to her Aura. Sophia was 17 then. There was something about Jacob, when he held her hand, All Sophia could feel was a sudden rush flow through her body. Every ounce of skin on her and every drop of blood wanted her to Feel Jacob. Jacob too was in awe of this tender 17 year old girl who had managed to breach the cordons of his heart instantly.

Sophia asked no question, And Jacob never said a word but they made deep passionate love all night. And the next morning, before she woke up, he was gone. He had to fight so many more wars, save so many more lives. He kissed her forehead and left the palace. Never to be seen again.

Nobody ever saw him again. Not even Sophia. Well she never really saw him did she? But she had felt him like no one else had ever! And to this day, her hollow eyes look for him everyday in hope that he would one day return. All she remembers of him was the mystical feeling he left her with which she tries to find in every man that comes to her.

Wander Lust

She stood there on the beach. Her skin soaked in the salty waters. Everybody there couldn't figure out what was more beautiful..Sophia or the sunset. Sophia sure was as Gorgeous as they get. The Types that will steal your soul and possess it and let your mortal selves be alleviated. She had a reputation. Which one never spoke about but everyone some how knew.

She had devoured many a man but never did any of them ever feel deceived. They all knew what they would get. Or did they? For each one had a story to tell, but one thing remained. The feeling of sheer liberation they all felt. As if they had touched an elevated soul. Their wives knew they had been to Sophia but they never complained either.

The one thing Sophia was not, was a Prostitute. For she never slept with men for money or for Kind. Sophia was rich enough to live all her life without having to worry about money. Afterall she was the Princess of the city. Still she remained single. Many a befitting Princes tried to woo her but all was in vain. All she wanted in life was to touch as many souls as she could and she chose the best possible way. All she asked was that if the Men went to her, they had to admit this to their wives. Yes. Only Married men were what Sophia liked to "Heal" according to what people said.

Truth be told, that all the men that did go to Sophia had changed for good. Sophia had bettered them in some way. The reason to this, unknown, unfound. But May be it was their search for unbounded lust that was quenched by Sophia. Or May be they could never ever be close enough to quench her search for lust.

#Poem Series - Sister and Daughter

Life was so beautiful and calm

It felt like heaven when I touched your palm

I was alone and like a bright star you shone

Made that small chair I sat on feel like a kings throne

We grew up together

And I swore I would be there forever

To hear my words your always keen

When I look at you, I feel like am lookin into a mirror in between

You smiled at everything I did

And I did everything to make you smile

From you, nothing I ever hid

you heard it all and in my head never let it pile

Difficulties saw us bond

We had grown our ages beyond

We stood up for one another

without you I couldn’t have taken care of mother

We fought as kids and hitting you was sinister,

You are the world to me coz you’re my sister

All I ever try is to not let anything bother

This wonderful girl who is not just my sister but also my daughter

#Poem Series - Winner

I write my memories on a piece of paper

Both good and bad,

They stay there in my head

Some making me happy and some sad

Whenever I think of the good memories,

Times I spent with family and

Times I spent with friends in the hood

I wish I could roll back times

To feel that pleasure and undo that pain

Time lost once I know I cannot gain

So I try to love all I can and enjoy every moment

Not thinking of tomorrow

Which eventually I will spend in my tomb that is silent!

I took an oath when I felt this emotion

That I would never complaint and show in god all my devotion

I promise to god and to my parents alike

I shall fight and not bow down to the hurdles which I so dislike

I shall not kill and curse and hate and never be a sinner

Coz all I want and I shall be in life is a winner!

#Poem Series - White Light

A usual night it was until

I felt the world go still

the wind hitting my face

My heartbeats, in a race

I kept riding the wind on my bike

Never before it felt like

It came from up above and felt like lightening strike...

Oooohhhhh the white light....

It got me high and took me above

this mortal earth

I began to fly, I began to soar

Like an eagle in the open skies

with the vanity of this earth

I broke all ties...

I woke up on the everest

Under the moonlight...

Oooohhhhh then I saw the white light....

Mr Time stands there watching it

turn you in to a fearless child of fate

Life's a game, some you miss some you hit

you're addicted more with every passing date

you feel like a flyin kite

and a shining star in the night

When you feel so right you know

you've got the white light...